(123-02-27) Tempting Prospects
Tempting Prospects
Summary: A Tree meets a Golden Man during the Masquerade; and Iris receives an offer for a part in Loryn's latest play at the Whimsy Theatre.
Date: 28/02/2016 (Date of RP)
Related: Maidenday Masque and logs of Loryn and Iris.

Maidenday Gardens - Starry Street

The Maidenday Gardens are perhaps the loveliest of Oldtown's public gardens. The gracious footpaths are paved in white stone and lined with with flowering trees and rosebushes bearing pink and white blossoms. The beds alongside them are thickly planted with narcissus, lily-of-the-valley, trilliums and wood anemones. An occasional arbor arches over the path, supporting a clematis or wisteria, a virgin's bower or a honeysuckle. Most of the flowers are pale or blushing, but splashes of bright yellows, purples, and blues are not uncommon. True red is all that is absent. In the evenings little lamps hang from slim iron posts to light the paths.

There are benches here and there, and pavilions enshrouded with flowering vines. There are also shrines to The Maiden throughout the garden. They feature statues of stone or wood, some painted, some plain, some large, some small, some dressed in real clothing. All are beautiful and all have a little altar before them. While this is a public garden the rest of the year, on Maiden's Day it is closed to all but maidens. Those girls who feel the ritual at the Sept is not enough to express their piety may, under the watchful eyes of the Septas who maintain this place, light candles at these altars and sing more of their songs of innocence.

The Masque is still in full swing, and the Tree has found herself a refill for her mug of ale. Twigs have been attached to the head where a blue half-mask obscures the upper part of a comely face. Dark brown tresses fall freely about the Tree's shoulders, the disguised woman's pleasant curves are wrapped into a modest dress of brown with an undyed chemise worn beneath, that has slipped over one shoulder. There is a faint scent of flowers about her, a decidedly tidy appearance. She also seems to be a little tipsy, when she almost trips and needs to steady herself, by reaching out for a masqued individual who passes her by coincidence.

Loryn Tyrell has been out and about as a golden statue, striking heroic poses for a longer time when necessary, although with the passing of time, the golden colour has started to run and the poses are swaying a little. Right now he wanders along though, looking for someone or something, when he notices the tree almost tripping. "Careful, Ma'am", he says quickly, offering her a steadying hand. Then he grins when he recognizes her. "Ah, it's you! Having fun?"

The Tree chuckles when she is addressed by the Golden Man, but then when she recognizes his voice, she seems to freeze for a moment, as a deep blush conquers what is visible of her face. "Ser Loryn…" Her hand remains on his, as Iris studies him as she bites her lip. "How have you been?" It had been quite a while, and lately the two may not have seen very much of each other. "How is the Whimsy?", this the next question, offered with a smile. "Are you still… unmarried?" Question number three in this interesting collection of inquiries. "You look… good." A chuckle. "Golden becomes you, Ser."

As the questions come, Loryn opens his mouth to respond, but then another question comes and he snorts out a laugh. "Trust me, Iris, if I had gotten married, the whole town would know, wouldn't it?", he grins, then shrugs a little. "Well, you stopped coming to the Whimsy and I don't know why? Thought perhaps you are pissed at me for some reason?" He looks at her to see if this might be the thing, then continues. "Still busy producing new shows… you know there's always a role for you in my shows, should you be interested…"

The Tree shifts a little in her stance, her hand releasing his now, as she considers Loryn. "I /stopped/ coming to the Whimsy?", Iris echoes with a slight tremble in her tone. "Well, maybe I just wasn't prepared to deal with all yer female admirers. And… Since you've been knighted you are finally on the marriage market…" Words trail off as the Tree falls silent, her lips pressing together. But then, as Loryn continues, her posture slumps a little and her deep blue eyes find his gaze again. "Do you have a role for me?", she asks, with an amiable smile.

Loryn arches a brow at her words. "Eh, I've been on the marriage market since I was born.", he shrugs, "And I don't care for female admirers." He pauses for a bit, then grins broadly and points a finger at her. "Aaaah, you were jealous! That's cute! And yea, sure, I can find a role for you. You're a decent mover and singer. Though my next show's gonna be a bit more… uh… spiritual. Less bare flesh on stage. You okay with that?", he asks curiously.

Arms cross before her, with the mug still in one hand, when Loryn accuses her of being jealous. Iris pouts, pushing the lower lip a bit forward. "Aye. Jealous. And realist enough to know, that I'm nothing more than a temporary diversion for you, Ser Cutie." It is a brief display of thwarted feelings, perhaps brought in for dramatic impact - but maybe with a grain of truth within? His explanation of his current project earns him a pleased glance. "Of course! What kind of part do you have in mind for me? A… Septa?" She smiles, as her arms uncross and she steps closer towards him. "And there are some songs in it for me?"

"Nah, not a septa.", Loryn replies, "A young girl fallen on hard times. She sings a big sad song about her fate, then dies, leaving behind an orphan daughter through which the hero of the story redeems himself. You won't be on stage all that long, but you get the best song to sing, how's that?", he asks curiously. As for her admittance of thwarted feeling? He apparently pretends to not have picked up on the grain of truth within.

"Hmmm," Iris considers, nibbling on her lower lip. "One big sad song, and a tragic stage death? That sounds tempting." Her hand is raised to touch his golden face. "Tempting indeed. But I suppose I have to audition for that role, no?" Her smile deepens. "Do you have a muse currently?" A question with more layers than one.

Loryn's eyes lighten up at the suggestion. "Yes, of course… you could come and see me at the office some time to… uh, discuss details of the show and see if you could sing the big song?", he agrees lightly. The last question is met with a slow shrug. "Not really… I find myself more in appreciation of spiritual guidance at the moment… nourishment for the soul rather than the body."

There is a slightly mischievius twinkle in Iris's blue eyes when she moves to her tiptoes and breathes a kiss against Loryn's cheek. "I'm looking forward to discuss those details." It is his next remark that has her drop to her heels and shoot him a probing glance. "Oh? That sounds like… such a waste, Ser. I mean… I have heard nourishment of the soul can happen through nourishment of the body, if you catch my meaning?" She smiles, drawing her hands away from him to join them before her as she straightens in her stance, and looks up into his face with an almost innocent expression.

"I suppose that is true…", Loryn replies with a grin, not unhappy about the kiss. "Come and see, sweetie.", he finally says softly, "For now I should be on my way…"

"I shall," Iris says, her lips curling even more when she sees his grin. Deep-blue eyes follow him as he steps away from her, and Iris once again becomes the Tree with a mug of ale in hand, which she will raise in a toast to the Seven, before she empties it till the last drop.

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